When he woke up, he was lying in a pile of dead people, his chest was trampled by horse hooves, and he only had a rusty ring knife in his hand.
He is Chen Ergou, an auxiliary soldier under Gongsun Zan who doesn't even deserve a name - he has no military membership and no salary. When he goes into battle, he is responsible for carrying baggage, blocking arrows, and replenishing the life of the white horse loyalists.
But he is no longer the Chen Ergou who allows others to trample on him.
What crawled out from the dead was a soul from more than two thousand years later - a top special forces tactical instructor who was proficient in combat, stealth and psychological warfare. He doesn't understand the rules of this era, but he understands the simplest truth: those who are afraid of death must take action before others.
From the auxiliary soldiers to the white horse righteous followers, from the rebel general of the Black Mountain Army to the leader of the Beishan Army, from the Taihang Mountain to the Taiji Palace - it took him forty years to step on the banners of countless princes, collect all the heroes in the world, accept all the beauties of the troubled times, and step by step climb to the highest position.
On the day he ascended the throne, he hung the imperial crown on the wall, next to the old leather armor that he had worn for half his life, and the rusty knife with three gaps on the back.
Someone asked him why he didn't change his knife to a better one. He said——
"This knife reminded me: I promised people a piece of land. Then I gave it."
